A specter lurks in the pages of books: the specter of the working class

After his proletarian novels, Alberto Prunetti describes in a pamphlet of ferocious and amusing analysis the classism and voyeurism with which the working class is described by today’s intellectuals

“We must deal with the fact that the abolition of class distinctions implies the abolition of a part of you. If I realize this, I also realize that it is useless to pat a proletarian on the back and tell him that he is as good a person as I am. If I want to have a real relationship with him I have to make an effort that I am most likely not ready for. ”To write it with the usual ability to face unpleasant facts was the George Orwell of inquiries into British miners. This is also true in literature. Alberto Prunetti, translator and author of the workers’ trilogy Asbestos, 108 Meters, In the circle of blasphemerswith his new essay It is not a gala dinner (Minimum Fax) aims to acting as a megaphone to the voice of an ancient and new ghost that roams the streets and in the pages of books, that of the working class “Migrant and intersectional, precarious, exploited and anything but dead: a shame for those who think about it in a static form, like a group of elderly males in blue overalls”.